May I?

POV: Vesper.

*Hello, Kitten.*

His low, purring greeting delivers a brutal punch straight to my chest. My heart skips several beats in rapid succession. This is no sweet, nervous flutter. This is a physical blow that leaves my lungs starving for air. The sound of his raspy voice acts as a trigger, flooding my brain with raw, unfiltered memories of the previous night. The mental slideshow is filth